Because of Daliya's matter, Sapphire Island was experiencing unprecedented prosperity and bustle.
On all the streets, it was practically a sea of people, with pirates' voices roaring louder than the next, as if it were a festival.
Indeed, for them, it was just like that—Daliya was such a huge target.
A salty sea breeze wafted over Sapphire Island, mingling with the strong scent of alcohol, perfectly masking the odors emanating from the pirates.
But up close, you could still smell it.
Chen Qing was okay; she had already endured a few explosions of smell.
The survivors all looked as if they were about to faint, mingled among the crowd, their senses dulled by the overwhelming odors.
"Boss, how about we wait for you on the ship?"
He Cai's eyes were nearly swollen shut from the pungency, and the pirate beside her looked like he hadn't bathed in ages.